August 8, 2011
I’m still jet-lagged and consequently did not put myself to bed last night until 5 am. The dogs woke me up a few hours later. I let them lay on the bed with me but they couldn’t settle. So I’m pretty tired right now, plus slightly loopy due to the anti-histamine I just took. I haven’t mentioned that the stress of coming back, or something I ate, or the fabric in my new kurta, or all of the above, gave me a lovely and acute case of hives, which itched like mad on the long flights home. Brendan had stomach problems in Nepal, but I had skin problems. Maddening mosquito bites or bedbug bites or some other noxious insect attack. And while Brendan is happily scarfing up food as fast as he can, I’m still trying not to scratch the tiny red wheals that have appeared all over my legs and arms. I should be sleeping, or taking a cold bath, but I have a lot to recount and want to do so before I forget too much.
The Decision to Leave:
From the point of view of my friends and colleagues in Nepal, I made the decision to return to the States with Brendan rather abruptly. In fact I had been deliberating for many days. It was a hard decision to make. It was hard to leave the women’s center and much, much harder to leave Anura, Bipin, Gaurima, Krishala, and Nirmala. But I had very strong reasons to go. The most significant reason for returning with Brendan is that we had started out together on a two-month odyssey and needed to come back together for the odyssey to complete.
When I first got to Nepal I was smarting from the break-up. I didn’t want to go home, didn’t want to face the pain directly, and I also saw how much work there was to do. I didn’t see how things were with Brendan, in his mind and heart, didn’t recognize how important my presence was for him. This blindness amazes me in retrospect. He doesn’t like me talking about him in public, and that is why I haven’t revealed much about how I have come to see in him. He’s a very strong, intelligent, and complicated young man. He doesn’t get much attention from his father but never speaks an ill word about him.
I have to find a different way to tell the story.
Brendan developed a great deal of self-confidence and maturity during out time in Nepal, but he is also in a place in which the support and loving presence of his parents is vital. I had responsibilities in Nepal, but my responsibilities to my son vastly outweighed them. He was visibly relieved when I announced that I would go back with him, and cheerful, thankful, and great company on the way home. Going back with him was good for me, too. Here is what I wrote in my journal on 26 July, while I was still pondering what to do.
Am still feeling restless, dreading the time when Brendan will return, wondering how he will do by himself in Pittsburgh, and worrying that he will not do very well. I miss him. He’s here, but in another house, and I miss him.
My need to come back with my son had much to do with what I felt obligated to do for him, help his get a good, strong start to his sophomore year in college, often the most challenging year. It would have been hard on him to come back to Pittsburgh and move into his room while Tim was still living in the house, and then to go down to college alone, on the bus or the train. But I also needed to be with him, to spend more time with him. He is good company, as I said before. He comforts me. Perhaps because I spent so many years longing for him, the terrible years when he lived in his father’s house and I could hardly afford to visit him, perhaps that is why I have such a powerful desire to be geographically close to him.
I have a son, 20, not yet fully grown, who I need to take care of. Or rather I need to take care of myself by being a good mother to him. The mother in me needs to spend time with him.